Neverending Rap Battle

ima know every word ima throwdown every verb u heard n flowed sound
im at there verge of were words merge open ya third eye observe the souls sound
you demons really wanna go down
heathens you wont overthrow ground
ancient scrolls bound
in riddles the secret its a cyhper
for you to decipher
C I A diaper
Baby im never M I A in a Cyhper
im there with a slight slurr **** swagger
pussy i might purr but im in a ******* jaguar
thems sounding like Fight Words
Ima strike first
one dose of this human kind kinda make ya mics burst
I ain't gonna fight first
then ask questions
but if you strike me then were passed passin suggestions
i ain't passin the weapon with a passion im steppin
Hip Hops my fashion Raps the hood im reppin
whats happens in the hood is left in
the blood
Deaths in
the mud
zest in
the bud
agression
the mug
subtle suggestion
the shrug
a fatal lesson
the slug
you been in the cradle resting
or in the bunk bed wrestling
well I was spunking dump when i jump in
ya momma's head give my testees a testing
munching on my dumplings
she was a munchkin perfect height if u were to say something
spray something everyday to become something
ya'll want a number 1 something
wether its ya mojo or rings like frodo
nobody likes to be so so
so yo so socially open to this concept
lets get some more movie metaphors on set
stage is only big enough for a few who have a unique view
or an audience to speak to
let my syrum leak through
watch n see if they still hear um on week two

Yeah final shot to "mc frica"

this rap is his first and his final
cant rely on his instinct cause mine are primal
yes i'm fresh bitch, leave L's on ya grill like a lexus
yo i'm "mic-holder" with rhymes and lyrical divine tactics
the only time you'll get a piece of "the pie" is in advanced mathamatics
ya shits wack, just face it, this battle should be adjourned
only time you'd be onfire is before you'd be placed in a urn
insane yes i'm one of them niggers, this battle is mine
aint conceited but rappin this should be a crime
my flow affect the real world and fiction even peter (pan) was killed
you'll never be higher than me even if you climbin up steps leanin on stilts
the punches in this verse alone could accumulate ten skills
while this kid continues to blow wins (winds) like windmillz

your complexity is next to me its making me so vex you see
a wasted oppurtunity as im covered in my sweat to be..
the biggest thing in rap since pac compacked his cab and went to sleep
lay in a whole six foot steep and never woke up to reflect his streak
infect the g's and refugees with my flows thats so complex you see
a rhyme structure that will let you see the next thing in the rap industry
their wanting me to suceed and make rap what it used to be
**** the waynes, rosses, and guccis
lets take it back to Em' the king of the rap embacy
he would mangle handle any emcee of white black or blue ethnicity
so beleive in how its ment to be and follow me as i lead the team
cut from my unbillicle i was oh so unpredictable
my ritual was to grab emcees and kill them all
not physical or spiritual just simply straight up lyrical!

pass me the mic ima leave em squeeling
lyrically and physically failing to breath n'
laid on a bed brace around there head terminally ill and they lost there feeling
sigh of releif when they see im leaving coz my lyrics hit em so hard it knocked there teeth in.
disingtergrating spine and fractured spleen n'
torn apart family coz he lost his father and saw his own mothers brains left on the ceiling
my lyrics make you sweat coz im hot like lava but instead of cooling down yh i think id rather......
severely burn your skin till it cant heal n' turns bright yellow like bart simpsons father

victory in the dreams you've never dreampt.
pain and sorrow in the tears i've never wept.
i'm on the road to success walkin up these steps.
i've tasted victory, u can smell it on my breath.
theres no competition. im the best of the best.
i've proved my point, now try to spit the rest.

Both personalities gettin sick of his shallow drop and
battlin this flop is similar to winnin in shadow boxin
scare the **** out this CAT like "WHO JUST LET THE DOGS IN"
but i really like the way his moms tongue makes my balls spin
who you gonna call friend, you can call me delivery
serve you herbs in under 30 minutes or the shits for free
now we call you history, call me attila the hun
once i reveal the skills that kill your whole village dont want none
no ones feelin you man, ya placebo
you might think its dope, but it sucks and everyone knows
no freeflows, truth is you spent weeks plannin
so guido, how you still comin so freakin weak DAMMIT!!!

Since Agent proclaims him and proff the only one bringin it here.....How about they duel together? If thats doesnt seem "fair" to them how about me and ya "charlie" take them?

Cool attempt, but you're still a prostitute tryin to fool a pimp, i'm cruel with this
been burnin Agent before the fuel exist
so who is this lil agent, didnt know that i knock toys out
you're a dope mc? Well of course if you're talkin boy-scouts
even if your boys doubt the noise, you voice with a moist mouth
i'll bury this fake clown face down so his soul will point south
its easy to point out, that ya just a borin fairy
forced to live ya life with the stigma that ignorance carries
in fact lets speak on how you pack less heat than cigarette cherries
ya like will blast as long as happiness when enemies marry
you aint a rapper, you a pussy that thinks the industry scary
and i'm a fighter, ima battle till theres no battle left
and stand tall through the valley of the shadow of death
road-rashin rappers like a drag through gravel unravels ya flesh
while you just mutterin nonsense, go ahead and babble ya best

@PROFF haha ive reformed proff, here we go.... Even Eminems like where the fucks charlie? spitting mad bars as he walked right past me. kamikaze shot down by yardies, invading the carribean, pirates of somali can you invision the mission that ill be willing to petition do it over repetition and still be following a lyrical rhythm. yh im killing the realist niggers whilst still swimming with the biggest fishes in this fish tank, with the biggest bitches. snitching is forbiden like the garden of eden unless you want your brains popped all over the ceiling. i hope my barz will be feeling, i mean you be feeling my barz, you be shooting fire with Agent, whilst ill be spitting with starz, oh no nas? oh whats his name again? mic-holder, why you still replying and denying he already told ya? while we be flying and rhyming as the chicks all be crying coz we igniting the flame, until we grow older! and now my brains fully functioned, so why you making the assumption, that your better than me? yh we dont make friends we crush um'! im on a physical eruption, lyrical construction touch my hand and start feeling my spiritual conduction we dont hate wacks we love em! fresh meat to blow up on' they follow are instruction drawn in by lyrical seduction till your telling free-agent dont worry we can trust em' thats when are bombs drop down on you, left in a permanent concussion!

fuk i wasnt happy with that!

that.

charlie force ya mom used bacardi 2 abort charlie horse ur third dimension giving birth to a forth the force of ur nerve endings short circuited of course you failed prof's course on how to work it kid how to work legit how to run numbers apply ur letters to words when you get heard work digits , why you always coming up short what are you working midgits my shuriken leave ya ribs splits take all the perverted men an leave you served to them im like "****" my words offend slurred some flem scurred ya friends shattered the mirrors they were pretend there's two words for guys like you same place i take a mic too The End

"Mic" and "charlie" here to throw vocabs, challenged by a group of nomads
doin the lc ghost grab thats pointless like a fake coach bag with a low jack
passin out throat stabs to anyone wantin to rock the latest toe tag
its so sad, aim at us get hit with a smokin joe jab
my flow depicts a historic script datin back to isis and osisus
layman terms, been doin this since hieroglyphics hit papyrus
to try this is just another opportunity for you to fail
like the Nazis, Indiana Jones paparazzis, you picked the wrong grail
"mic & charlie" move in mortal kombat with flows that will finish ya
original, unidentical, hand made like my signature
no this aint test, and mmm mmm ya monitor dont need adjustin
yes the flow is this sick, cant be cured with your robitussin
my introduction is enough to have you and proff e-bussin
guaranteed to get you upset and have you acid refluxin
i've mastered this e-drudge leavin textmcees e-grudges
givin their text career e-smudges, dont blame me blame the e-judges
you dawgs better pet smart, tryna get at my side like a stretch mark
to filter my flow for the best part and copy like a lexmark
Agent and proff you punks buntin, i'm hittin it out the met's park
schoolin the youth to the truth, puttin you youngans through rap head start


haha beat that

you punks nothing ? Don't Start Nothing it won't be nothing
seem like you want something cause ya are nothing


mic holder you ain't **** ! I ignite the soul of the beholder bitch
ur never gonna do it just spew **** sewage putrid deluded this is how ya do it
ya powder stupid albino hittin the alps thought i spotted sasquatch
take ya mask off
look at my hands these mic holders cut ya gas off
first off ya E tard you can rebar ya rhymes but never steal mine
clever real kind
battle you in my darkest hour whatever still shine
its kill time ima george foreman ya ass grill time

who that Prof dropping Ill Rhymes

im kicking ya ass an im not even on the that Pill kind
a Ill
im that real kind that will
be that real kinda humankind on the Real Rhyme to make a meal
time to take a kill
Said you were trying to hit papyrus this bitch
can't even handle some vapour dust
time to meet ya maker turn you to some crater dust
look ya better check ya audience
it wasn't made for us
its obvious
it's gotta be more razor blade surrade ya blade
ya days are played don't bring a knife to my lazor bay
a test subject
n failure ya best subject
ur not in school ur in my lab n Deaths ya Test Subject
its that flesh blood yet? swab the flood deck
i put in flesh blood sweat
you look like a crack baby who never got love yet
you hitting it out the mets park your gonna need a head start
cause we running Fight Clubs an Parkour , n u a marked score led spark
on the page
sorry when you tried my response was denied
on ya facebook page
you fake fooks take looks for days in the mirror in a daze scurred
tryin to figure out how to blaze words but you can't afford to blaze herb
cause like hip hop u don't put in a days work
think about what you say First before you say it
look at the bottom line of ya rhyme trying to motivate it
but ya mode of hatred means ya so fake bitch
I don't really know how to take it
but you can like the truth when she step in the booth naked
yo Mic Holder You cant hold my dick
My names Mic Dugas thought I already told ya this
you cant suck my dick but you can hold my piss
isis n osisus owe this is perfect wut u didn't know my iris Owe siris

I See you for what you are,
Prof 856 Wins 0 Losses 0 ties
another addition to my scorecard
only time youd be apart of a winning team
only way youd win If u were In a dream
remember when u came out the womb?
that was the las time u were n between
look ya a shitty rapper thats pissed off cause its bin ya dream
now ur getting pissed on your whole life bin latrine
ur forgetting to listen to your soul not the gold in the scene
but you just an Extra addition to this movie n im the director end the scene
my page is Inkcredible my flows inevitable my pens extreme
next time fly back 2 ur coup regroup
ya beat team of men then come back an battle me
my cumsack will Attack Assault an Battery
get Charged
for giving this E tard his first shock treatmeant
ur face an that area below the waist
look like its need some doc treatment
put ur body on the roof of the cia head quarters
a head shorter Dead sorta keep it a top secret
I know you will not speak it
muddying red waters in the creek its Hip hops dark secret
ripped apart ya whole body an haven't found a heart to eat yet
Respect
the way I
D sect
his carreer a shatter a mirror with ur jugular
no matter how much thug u were
Whats it Reflect
when I kill emcees well **** Its Reflex

ima use u as n example cause when other ppl read this
id want eminem to be like **** im next
**** tryin text
I wanna do scribble jam skittle blam hippyflip
u know what im sayin do something real trippy n trip
like acid n mushrooms flippity flipped
Mic's Classic Bust Boom HIPpity hips
run from cops HOPs leave emcees rippity ripped
try to belittle me literally get blippity blipped BEEPED
till the parental discretion wears off
your mental progession don't scare prof
in the streets in the ring on stage in space in ur hospital room cut ya air off
an no reason to cut ya hair off
ur going through changes i know its strange ur tits developing
those estrogen pills were workin unlike the corner u were standing
quarter demanding
blow a quarter in ya hand the rest on ya chest
you a dime chick suck it up reverse hymlic
Im the Best
im sick , u get fucked up or worse from the verse i spit
my ryhmes cut open ya mind but First ya Eyelids
who's the winner of the verse i aint introversed lets let the crowd decide it ?
theres da podium wit my ass on it ur layin knocked out on da ground beside it
ima leave this verse 1st with an instrumental sound provided


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyAu8MfjOcc

Instructions:
listen to the damn beat , read that motha fuckin verse
develop some common sense

SHUT THE **** UP !
act like u been drinkin to much

Hhhmmm i'm an inspiration to the game, you're after the fact
we can battle even though i don't usually spit after the wack
i hope nobody's not upset about me beatin you so soon
but you're a pre-school rapper i had to put you to sleep by noon
you're just a waste of space on A2K no one acknowleges your existence
you flow like fat people running, ya lyrics cant go the distance
this is a head on collision and i'm running right through you
you couldn't see me in the street dog i'm gunnin right through you
my son will write through you, get what i mean
your girl will have you raisin what i seeded and you call her your queen
call me 'dog' backwards man, i'm righteous (GOD)
my rhymes are on display, i'm the Mona Lisa priceless
you gotta speak up, cause its soundin like ya mic slipped (mic-holder still holdin his lol)
do it like your girlfriend does, no tight lips
your Ken Jennings, your fame is in jeopardy
i will take you and your game out seperately
when i'm done you fall apart like leprosy
pick you up and do it again, dont mess with me

Make ya verses a lil bit shot somethin like 18 or 16 bars....30somethin bars are borin to read man

you think your a proffesor, but your playing with fire..
kill of emcess with desire with bigger bombs than mariah!
you had to eat your green coz u had no lighter, let alone buyer
eating grams and grams thats why you weep and you tire
your just a creep
your a fenominal lyer, extra comical cryer, your barz make me laugh so hard i just wanna climb higher.
extreme writer, only fifteen and a thousand admirers
yh there admirers , when they heard police sirens roar outside my house like lions
your walking a thin wire that requires capabilities of higher abilities prior to the day you decide to hang the mic and retire, then your realise your no proffessor just the lead scout choir, yh its really killing me to be killing g's lyrically when im guessing they are probably physically ahead of me but spiritually im a presence there aint no stopping me with a mic im on fire. willingly i will continue with this spree of mass barz on the mic you cant extuingish me ima carry on its what is meant to be until the day i reach the point i used to admire.

but i have respect for you, you aquire the willingness to tryer'
i killed you on your own beat!
"PROFFESSOR FOR HIRE!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dyAu8MfjOcc

Damn, it seems like everybody’s competing against everybody
Oh, well

I’m a bully, half of the **** I write, I make it all up
I don’t kick ass at 3 o’clock, I wait until 1
Rake them all up, beat the gentlemen and leave the ladies all stuck
Rape the raw sluts ‘til they’re pregnant and have their babies for lunch
I’m in a lesson where theprofessor’s teaching pastoral
This punk in my class won’t shut up, so I feed him Castrol
Shove a firework up his ass, and see him blast off
Like Ronaldinho doing a free kick up David Seaman’s crack hole
My rap is off the chain, but they ain’t seeing that, though
There’s a lot of people out there who don’t believe in rap, so
But then again, I don’t listen to that many cheesy rap flows
Soulja Boy, Gucci Mane and Lil Mama? (That sleazy trash ho?!)
I get gully, I’m a monster when they see me attack flows
I’m just a human at heart, so let’s just leave it at that, bro
Just an ordinary man keeping it natural
At the same time spitting sick raps deeper than vaginals
Any MC decides to try it, I beat ‘em like animals
I’m a demon like Hannibal, watch me eat ‘em like cannibals
Never one for logic, you figure out whether I’m being irrational
All these guys talk ****, and you think I’m being an asshole?!

ok liisten let me start by sayiin ur fuckiin wack
wtf possesed yuh to even wanna rap
how do ii say diiz niicley ...yuh sound real lame
the shyt ii spiit iiz nasty dat ya diic came
so dnt siit here nd try tah battle me
ii gotta say ii turned ya gurl out she says she liikes my personaliity
iim bii nd no ii never gotta hiide iit
juzz ask wiifey she sayz yuh dnt got dah good diic
well letz juzz ask mah hubby how bout yuh rap battle hiim
hiit up Lunatic-def6 cuz iit looks liike ya raps are a liil slim
get ya weiight up den yuh can come at me
stop wiit the raps there kiinda embarrasiing
liisten babii boii ii take diis shyt seriious
ii thiink you should giive up kno cuz ii'll have you deliiriious